PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER

         I can remember the first time I heard this song, it was on a warm summer night in chicago as a matter of fact on 57th & Union, I was maybe seven or eight, the teenagers in my neighborhood would gather in front of my house and dance the night away, we kids would sit on our front porches and watch the girls in their poodle skirts, scarves around their necks, and those sadddle shoes, the boys with their slicked back hair cut like Elvis dancing away to the stroll, the jitterbug, the Lindy Hop, the Cha-Cha, and I believe the twist was just starting too. I never knew where the music came from maybe somebody's car radio, I don't think the transistor radio was around yet, I could be wrong, maybe someone had a record player hooked up somehow, I didn't really care as long as we could sit and watch them dance, I studied all those moves thinking when I became a teenager how I would do just the same thing as them, little did I know practically all those dance moves would be long gone by the time my teenage years rolled around. Not many breaks were taken during these dance sessions but when they were they would always be drinking their bottles of coke or pepsi and taking drags and sharing cigarettes. Oh ! what wonderful memories I had of those summer nights. Unfortunately we kids were called in about 9pm on dance nights but laying in my bed on those nights I could still hear the music wafting through my open window along with a nice cool breeze.                                                   I guess this song came to mind as I looked at my profile picture on facebook this morning of me and my beloved. Looking at his shoulder and remembering how it was always there to rest my head upon and give me the greatest of comfort. Whenever I needed a place to cry on, receive a nice warming hug, comfort, ease of stress, even joy, I could rely on that shoulder to be there for me. Oh sweet jesus how I miss that shoulder and that man that provided those things for me. Believe me there is no comfort in death for the ones left behind, only grief, sorrow and many tears. My Al shared those shoulders too, with his friends and family even strangers he came to know could rely on those shoulders, he was a real ATLAS. Some men are known for their strength, qualities, endurance and generousness he was able to provide them all plus more. His endurance for pain was immeasurable, he suffered but my shoulder was there for him then.                                                                                      When Al and I started to date we shared the same likeness for this particular song too. Some excerpts from the song  "maybe you and I will fall in love", boy did we ever for over 50 years we were blessed with that love.  "People say that loves a game"  yes it is but so is life, unfortunately he lost that game way too young in my opinion, some say he had a good life, yes I agree with that but for me it just wasn't long enough.  "Tell me that you love me too". I did and I always will my sweet man. This song was also a favorite of my Aunt Lou's I can remember that about her and I singing it together when I was young.  So Thank You Paul Anka for bringing that particular song to my life. I love and miss you desperately my sweet man !!!  That is all for today my "SPECIAL READERS"  Ta-Ta  for now !!